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Oh, and don’t get me started on the smells—cologne, sweat, cheap booze. Hits ya like a flux capacitor blast! Pro tip: always check the vibe first, don’t jump in blind. Learned that the hard way—nearly got robbed once, fuckin lunatic with a switchblade! Great Scott, I bolted faster than Marty McFly!

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Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

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